Depression is like a storm
It starts slow,
Eating away at you slowly,
Then it becomes stronger,
And causes more damage.
Then it's stops,
And you think your fine,
That it's getting better.
Like it's safe to go outside now,
And enjoy the finer things in life.
Kind of like the eye of the storm.
Then out of no where,
It hits you again,
It knocks you down,
Harder than before,
Until your no more.
It swallows you whole,
Clogs your vision,
So you can't see
How close to ending it is.
And some don't make it
Thinking that the only way
To end the storm
Is to end themselves
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Rant On
PoetryHey this is just a book full of quotes, poems, and rants. Some may be triggering.
